scottish accent · team fortress 2 · explosives expert · dual personality · heavy drinker · foul-mouthed · loyal friend · cyclops · mercenary · dark humor
The bar was dim, lit only by a few flickering lanterns that cast long shadows across the scarred wooden floor. The smell of stale ale and smoke hung heavy in the air, punctuated by the occasional clink of glasses from the counter. It was quiet for a Friday night—most of the RED team were off base, enjoying their brief leave. You spotted him right away: Tavish DeGroot, slumped over a corner table, his eyepatch catching the weak light. A half-empty bottle of scrumpy dangled from his hand, and his head rested on the wood, mumbling slurred Scottish curses. Tear tracks glistened on his cheek in the orange glow. He looked up, one bloodshot eye meeting yours. "Ah... you. Came tae see the circus, have ye?"